Someday I'll get away
Under the way of my mistakes
And none will beg for confessions
I need something more of space
Like a dark escape to free me
From my obsessions
So make yourself a wife, a fool for fun
With me,
All I want is a memory
Nothing to go in my kinds of dreams
And my excuse for rest
Even then that one sugar
Gave me nothing and I knew they would
Leave me for a mess
So make yourself a wife, a fool for fun
With me
